It seems like yesterday, when I was a teen yearning for that sparkling love, "filmy" love.
I collect sweethearts. Some of them become family. Some of them drift away with time. Most people who know me call me a cynic.
That night, I had done the unthinkable. That night, everything was possible.
The one they always bring to my attention is how men show affection in public. To someone unfamiliar, it can be quite surprising.
I think the problem is that we, as a society, understand gender itself in a very trans phobic way.
On different forums, time and again we have posts stereotyping bisexuals. Not much has changed.
Cute wondered if he'd be required to show his Hong Kong Identity card. Although he was nineteen, he looked fifteen or sixteen years old.
I still remember being nonplussed by their simple and eloquent response. “But we are happy.”
I keep on saying this and I'll say it again, I wasn't like other boys in my family.
I was a boy soprano in the church choir and a bit on the plumper side of life and had a shrill voice.
It started with mocking and making fun of and in no time people started getting physical.
Suddenly my pant was down and my tiny hands trying to pull off the hand that had almost stuffed my mouth.
Based on a true story
My first exposure to the word “gay” was through the movie Dostana.
The novelty of picking on someone doesn’t wear off as soon as you’d expect.
I was forcing myself to write something profound on turning 28.
Fred went to the counter to place the order. Cute wondered whether he should take out his wallet to pay for his share.
On the evening of the rehearsals, we were told Urmi was having second thoughts about performing.
He realized he was a trans-male when watching a TV programme on transgenders and has moved to Mumbai to complete his transition.
Black is apparently me after too much sun. My aunty in Bangalore asked, “Who’s going to marry you if you’re so black?”